Trembling , pitiful girl, your punching bag, dangles there, forced to absorb every savage blow, her frail frame shuddering yet never breaking. Her muffled gasps and tear-streaked face only stoke your ruthless hunger—each jab, each bone-rattling hook, a
Moving your shop to new store you found some old mannequin left from the ex owner, to rearrange the store you decide cut the doll into small for storing but you find out it actually a person trapped inside....
